this is so ugly i'm sorry i just really wanted to do something

🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
Sentence starters
  • Based on famous text-posts
  • "Bro, you look so cute right now. Dude, you are so fucking adorable."
  • "Wanna watch this murder documentary with me?"
  • "I may act like I'm sassy but if you're mean to me there's a 900% chance I'll cry."
  • "I may act like I'm clueless but actually know what's going on at al times."
  • "ATTENTION: I need attention."
  • "I don't have a nervous system. I'm a nervous system."
  • "Drugs? No thanks, the only 'high' I need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder."
  • "I think I'm subconsciously trying to ruin my own life."
  • "Why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?"
  • "I try not to sound like an asshole but it's really hard because I am an asshole."
  • "I don't want to look 'pretty', I want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening."
  • "I'm the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know."
  • "Girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. I don't remember what I was going to say but I'm just gay."
  • "I'd love to relax but that's just not realistic."
  • "Contrary to popular belief I'm actually soft and have feelings."
  • "This could be less hetero."
  • "To be honest I just need a hug."
  • "Why can't I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?"
  • "This is it, this is how I die: Lack of attention."
  • "Are we just friends or is this flirting serious?"
  • "I have this problem where I isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because I'm lonely."
  • "I may be ugly but at least I have an ugly personality too. Consistency is key."
  • "I don't wanna get involved in drama I just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened."
  • "I am bysexual as in I'm not interested, goodbye."
  • "I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored."
  • "Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees."
  • "I'm so tired of not being a multimillionaire."
  • "I panic alot of other places besides the disco."
  • "Which layer of hell do you think you're going to?"
  • "My kink is being right."
  • "My kink is being home alone."
  • "You're really sensitive for a selfish asshole."
  • "I can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, I have a big heart and can't treat people badly, that's just not me."
  • "What about netflix and kill?"
  • "No offense but why does everyone hate me?"
  • "I'm a strong independent introvert who don't need no social life."
  • "Why do I get struggles instead of snuggles?"
  • "If a conversation goes on too long without being about me, I'm out."
  • "I'm small, queer and something to fear."
  • "All this sadness is bad for my skin."
  • "I'm cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive"
  • "I'm beautiful and underappreciated."
  • "She's beauty, she's grace, she's me."
  • "Sorry for being awesome, loser."
  • "Is 'no' an emotion? Because I'm feeling it."
The Right Direction [Yondu Udonta x Reader]

Originally posted by starkactual

Could I make a request? Soulmate AU with Yondu where you have a compass that leads to your soulmate. – Anon

So… I was meant to post the Doctor Strange one today, but I couldn’t not post this after I kinda let myself get a little bit obsessed with this here grumpy blue space dad. I hope it’s okay anon.

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 Taglist: @maddybeck01 @multi-villain-imagines

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 11

Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

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anonymous asked:

pleeeeease tell me there's a story about nate and aj? ❤️❤️❤️

WELL ANONS (from this fic):

Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.

That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.

Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.

“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”

Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”

Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”

Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”

“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”

Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”

“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.

That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.

What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.

Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.

He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.

The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.

Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.

Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.

The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.

“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.

“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.

“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”

Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”

Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”

That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”

“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says. 

Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”

Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”

“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”

“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises. 

“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”

Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.

“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.

That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”

“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”

He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”

Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy  and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way. 

He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…

“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.

“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”

It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.

“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”

Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”

“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”

The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.

“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”

anonymous asked:

RFA+V and Saeran finding out that MC is really protective of their s/o and having to hold them back from trying to beating up someone who talked crap about them. I'm not sorry MC will fite anyone. Even themselves. I will go down with this headcanon

Zen

  • Ok, he’s supposed to be the one getting pissed when his director gives him shit???
  • Yet here he is, holding MC back, trying to shut her up so that she doesn’t make things worse for him.
  • “Okay, okay, okay, I’ll apologize, just let me go.”
  • “Sir, you’re lucky to have Zen as part of your cast for this musical. It’s a wonderful production, but I would advise you to treat all of your actors with more respect before it causes a problem.
  • When she turns back around to see the disappointed look on Zen’s face, that’s when she remembers she was supposed to apologize.
  • “Oh yeah, and I’m sorry I tried to punch your face. I hope it helped get my point across, though.”

Yoosung

  • “He called you a what?!?!”
  • “Oh god, MC, please don’t start anything…..!”
  • “No, I’m gonna go give this guy a piece of my mind!!! That’s bullying! God, I hate bullies!”
  • She literally drags Yoosung out of the car and forces him to show her where this asshole might be.
  • “Oh look, the annoying kid’s girlfriend is trying to come to his rescue! What a bunch of freaks! If you have a problem with me, handle it yourself, you fa-”
  • MC’s fist landed hard on his jaw, then she pushed him up against the wall. She’s yelling about respecting others and “people who only have shit to say should keep their goddamn mouths closed!” and Yoosung is freaking out.
  • Yoosung grabs her by the shirt and literally drags her away.
  • “Be assholes to ANYONE again, I dare you! There’s enough of my fist to go around, fellas!”
  • Nobody ever bothered Yoosung again.


Jaehee

  • Okay, all they wanted to do was run to the convenience store for some lunch. The past week, they’d only been able to spend time together at night, assuming that MC wasn’t already asleep by the time Jaehee got home.
  • THEY JUST WANTED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER
  • According to Jumin, the report that Jaehee had submitted to him earlier in the day was “trash” and she’d have to use her lunch break to fix her mistakes.
  • “MC, you know how Mr. Han is. We can have lunch tomorrow.”
  • “Oh, yeah.. That sound’s good, Jaehee.”
  • …….
  • “You realize that Jaehee is the hardest worker that you’ve ever come into contact with, right?!? Having her work for you is more than you could ever ask for and sure as hell more than you deserve!!!”
  • When Jaehee heard the commotion and ran out, Jumin was pushed up against a wall with the front of his shirt balled up in MC’s fist.
  • Jaehee just sort of picked MC up and ran off with her before any of them got any angrier.


Jumin

  • “Yeah, I did an interview with him a few weeks ago about C&R’s possible cat hotel line, and the guy was awful! Jumin Han is one of the most arrogant bastards I’ve met, and that’s coming from someone who does celebrity interviews for a living.”
  • OHHHHHHH NO HE DID NOT SAY THAT 
  • MC called up A! Celebrity News in a rage, requested she get an interview, and damn it, she was not hanging up until she got one.
  • Jumin came with her to the interview. Before they went on the air, MC had a small amount of time to talk to the interviewer.
  • “Actually, I’m not interested in an interview. I only wanted to confront you concerning what you said about my husband earlier this week.”
  • When MC lunged at him, Jumin grabbed around her middle and told her that he doesn’t care about what some shitty news program has to say about him, so neither should she.
  • Jumin literally carried her outside and threw her into the car to avoid being sued.


707

  • He took MC to an amusement park, and they’d been playing games for hours. 
  • The guy at the dunk tank was insulting everyone who walked by, calling them “scrawny,” or “weak,” or even shouting “Hey ugly!” at some of them.
  • When he shouted “Hey, little frilly thing in the pink! Think your frail little arms can take me down?” at MC, she was sucked in.
  • She got three goes at it, and every time she missed, the dunkee laughed.
  • “Oh, why don’t you give the boy a try? He’s obviously been working out, what with the juggling and everything! God, the clowns really do get more breaks than us!” He started touching his hair, implying that it was Seven’s red hair that ‘gave him away.’
  • MC’s last ball missed, making her sigh and the man in the tank laugh. “Hey, Maybe you should be getting back to your posse! I think I saw balloon animals and red hair go that way!”
  • MC WAS NO LONGER DRY AND THEY’RE BOTH NO LONGER WELCOME AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK.


V

  • MC wasn’t really paying attention, and V literally didn’t see where he was going. 
  • When V bumped into a guy with two waters in his hands, he immediately apologized.
  • “Fucking idiot, watch where you’re going. You fuckin’ blind of something?”
  • None of the water had even spilled?? Why the hell was he so angry?????
  • And he picked on something that V couldn’t control???? oh no.
  • MC took both of the waters from him, dumped them both on top of his head, then threw the cups at his face.
  • V grabbed around MC’s waist, picked her up, and started walking in the opposite direction.
  • “Darling, I don’t know where we’re going, but we’re going somewhere to calm down.”


Saeran

  • If someone so much as thinks something bad about Saeran, MC is going to kick ass.
  • Saeran waits for her to do some damage before he actually tries to help. 
  • Fights are exciting and she usually wins anyways. What do you want from him????
  • They’re banned from quite a few places because one of them ends up fighting someone almost every time they leave the house.
Drawing in the Common Room

Summary: You’re trying to draw but Sirius really wants a kiss.

Word Count: 1,091

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Requested by My Writer’s Block (ugh)


Sirius’s right hand rests on your hip, fingertips lightly digging into your skin as you hold the sketchbook in front of you. The two of you take up an entire couch in the Gryffindor common room, earning you the glare of more than one other student over the afternoon. Sirius’s cocked eyebrow and innate charm sent them all scurrying away.

Or maybe it was his implied threat of blackmailing them. You don’t really care. They’re gone, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. That’s all that matters.

The open window lets a lazy breeze in, one that leaves light goosebumps on your arms that Sirius chases away with a soft touch, running his hand up and down your arm.

“Have you almost finished?” He asks, letting his hand wander down the side of your thigh.

You bite your lip, squinting at the intricate swirls on the bookcase across the room. “Not yet, love. And quit moving your hand. It was fine where it was.”

“Come on,” He whines, but he moves his hand back onto your hip.

“Just a little bit more.” You say, words slow as you focus on the sketch.

Sirius sighs, head falling onto the pillow he’s clutching with his left hand.

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I'm the One - Justin Bieber imagine {Part 1}

A/N: i’m a busy girl so if this is shitty, i apologize. i’m just trying to get through my junior year of high school :) i wrote this in one sitting, im shook 

Request: ‘can you do an imagine where y/n is one of the girls in the im the one video and justin is turned on? smut pleeeeeeease :) p.s. love your blog girly

Warnings: nothing really, smut in the next part (sorry)

{Y/N} POV

“And.. cut! We’re good people!” The director yelled on the set. I let out a sigh of relief after a long day of filming. We weren’t done altogether, unfortunately. we were taking our five minute breaks. During this time, we get a drink of water, talk or fix our make up, only if we wanted or needed to. We just got done filimg the ending of the video but, the director, the tight ass and perfectionist he is, wanted to redo the part where Justin was singing and DJ Khaled was there just because. Did I happen to mention that the Justin Bieber was going to be here? he was like my childhood crush, and he still kind of was. 

I watched from the distance as the director spoke with Justin, talking about God knows what. All I knew, was that he was one fine ass man. Any girl would be lucky to get with him. 

“{Y/N}! Get your ass over here, we need you!” I did as told and ran over to where the director and Justin stood. “{Y/N}, Justin. Justin, {Y/N}. Acquaint yourselves, we’re back in two.” The director walked away leaving me and this hunk of a man. We made eye contact every so often, none of us knew what to say. 

“You have a nice name. Don’t hear that one very often,” Justin finally spoke up. Thank goodness he said something already. “So what was it you exactly do?”

“Oh, I’m just one of the dancers over in the water type area, you know—when you’re singing and Khaled is there too.” I responded. I just made a complete fool of myself, I already know it. 

“Right.. well, nice meeting you. Catch you later.” Justin walked away, leaving me trying to figure out where I went wrong. did my hair smell bad? Was there something in my teeth? Or was I just ugly? Whatever it was, it chased him away rather quickly. I just ruined every chance I had with him.

Justin Bieber POV

I held a quick conversation with the director about why exactly we were doing the first part when he called over one of the girls in the video. Of course, it was the one who I had my eyes on all day. This just made my day. My palms grew sweaty and my pants felt extra tight all of a sudden. Oh please, not right now. The director introduced me to her, which I was glad he did because I never got to know her name. 

After the awkward encounter, I headed straight to my trailer and got a hold of myself. I hope she didn’t see my you-know-what or that’d be beyond embarrassing. I exited the trailer and went back onto the set. These shorts weren’t doing me any justice. 

“Places, people. Places!” The director yelled. Khaled and I got into our places and I couldn’t help but, watch {Y/N} going to her spot. Right in front of me too? God just loved me. The music cued and I sang my part in the song. I glanced at {Y/N} dancing and it just made me think of the things I would do to her. Tonight was going to be rather interesting, for both her and I. 

Originally posted by swagismebabe


{Y/N} POV

DJ Khaled’s after party was pretty interesting. The girls who were in the video talked amongst each other but, I felt like an outsider. Scratch that, I felt inferior to them! I sat around the bar, having a few drinks, nothing to make me go crazy. I heard someone walk over towards me and order something. I didn’t bother looking at who it was because I could already tell based off the voice. 

“{Y/N}! Hey! What are you doing here all by yourself?” Justin questioned, taking a seat next to me. What does it look like I’m doing wise guy? 

“Just enjoying some alone time. I’ve had quite the day.” I responded. I hoped that didn’t come off too bitchy. I did have a long day but, hopefully that wouldn’t chase him away.

He nodded his head in confirmation and then he got the drink he ordered. He thanked the bartender and took a sip from it. There was a moment of silence between us since he was drinking and I as doing literally nothing except watch him drink, as weird as that sounded. 

“So,” Justin started. “Want to get out of here?”

I nearly choked on the liquid I was currently not drinking. “And do what?” I replied, turning to face him in my chair. I think I knew what he had in mind, and if he was thinking what I was thinking, that just might make me psychic. 

“We’ll see.” He winked. He took my hand into his and pulled me from my seat, not even giving me a chance to finish my drink. Oh, I couldn’t wait to see what Justin had planned. 

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Part 2 coming soon ;)

I'm Not Like Every Other Boy (Young Remus Lupin x plus size reader)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Prompt: The reader helps clean Remus clean his wounds, which leads him to confess his feelings for her.

Warnings: I guess like a little mention of blood, kinda angsty but also fluffy.

Notes: It is kinda based off the picture at the top. Also this can also be considered a Remus lupin x insecure reader. Hope you enjoy :)


It had been a rough full moon for Remus Lupin. It was early in the morning but still dark out when Sirius, James, and Peter brought him back into their dorm. Then Sirius went up the girl’s staircase to get you. You had completely forgot about how their was a full moon that night. So when Sirius came into your dorm it surprised you, then you quickly remembered you needed to help Remus. Sirius left soon after waking you up, being tired himself. You quickly hurried to find all the supplies you needed to help clean up Remus. You quickly ran from your dorm to the boy’s dorm. You opened the door quietly and closed it softly. Then rushed over to Remus, who was laying shirtless on his bed.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry I forgot it was full moon and I didn’t have any of my supplies ready. I’m so sorry for being late.” You said as you took a seat next to his laying frame.

“It’s fine y/n, really it’s nice enough for you to be helping me so late at night.”

“What are best friends for.” You smiled at him. His made Remus’ heart leap a little when you said that. You pulled out a rag, dampened it with a little water and started to clean Remus' bloody scars. “Rough full moon?” He nodded. You continued to clean each scar carefully. The whole time Remus was looking at you clean his scars. He thought you were breathtaking, beautiful, and perfect. But he knew that you would never want to be with someone like him, a monster. "Ok I’m sorry if this hurts.“ You said as you poured a healing potion on his wounds. He hissed as the liquid hit his scars, but the pain quickly went away. You whispered a soft sorry before you got up and put the rag in the laundry basket they kept in the corner of the room.

“Why do you help me y/n?” Remus asked.

“Same reason why Sirius, James, and Peter help you, cause I love you.” You replied sweetly with a smile.  

“You love me?”

“Of course I love you. You’re my best friend.” Remus couldn’t control himself anymore, and what he did next surprised the both of you. He pulled you on top of him and into his lap, while he was still laying down. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you softly down towards his face. He then attached his lips to yours. His fingers were tangled in your hair, and you placed one of your hands on the side of Remus’ cheek.This kiss was like fireworks for you both. Your lips were soft and sweet with a slight taste of chocolate which mad Remus go crazy. Then Remus slid his hand so it was resting on your upper thigh but you pulled away from the kiss and stood up.

“Y/n, no I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you fee-”

You cut Remus off “Why did you kiss me?”

“I kissed you cause I like you, no actually I love you.”

“No, no you can’t love me, This can’t happened. You can’t love me” You whispered as you paced back and forth in front of the bed.

“Y/n,” Remus started as he grabbed your hand and pulled you so you were sitting in his lap, while he was still laying down, again. “Why can’t I love you. Is it because you don’t want me to be your boyfriend?” Remus said kind of hurt.

“No it’s not you it’s just I don’t want to have a boyfriend.” You replied, you were face to face with him.

“Why”

“It’s just what if we start dating and everything is going great, until some beautiful skinny girl with a perfect body and personality starts liking you. Then you realize what am I doing dating y/n, when I could have a perfect skinny girl, Remus.” You started to cry.

“Y/n just because the other guys you have dated have done that doesn’t mean I would ever do that. Most of them were jerks anyway.” He also started to cry. “Please y/n don’t do this to me, I love you and I would never do something like that to lose you.”

“No Remus you don’t get it, it’s common sense, who would you rather be with an ugly fat stupid girl, or a perfect skinny girl.”

“I’d rather be with you, I don’t care who ever crosses my path, all I would ever want is you. I would never do that to you.” He whispered.

“That’s what every other boy says and they never mean it.”

“I’m not like every other boy.” Remus whispered back as he moved his face closer to yours. Before you could say anything he captured your lips into another perfect kiss. As your lips pulled apart Remus mumbled “I love you y/n y/l/n. And I don’t care what you say I would always love you no matter what and you are perfect. I would never want to change anything about you” He pressed his forehead against yours, as one single tear fell from your face “I love you too, Remus.”

anonymous asked:

For your AU post! I LOVE secretly married Aus, so how about one of those? I'm thinking IronPanther, maybe? Or IronFalcon! One of those (first one would be preferred, but both are great!), they've known each other much longer than in canon (obviously) and for some reason their relationship get's made public/ the other avengers find out?

Oh man do I enjoy Secretly Married AUs!! The drama, anon. The drama. Also fluff. Please fluff because unhappy endings break my heart. Anyways, I like both pairings, so I’m just gonna go with IronPanther. Btw this turned into a Post CW ficlet that focuses mostly on Tony and T’Challa, I hope that’s alright!


It happens on their fifteen year anniversary because of course it does. The universe refuses to grant them a single moment of peaceful happiness after all. Looking back Tony really doesn’t know how he didn’t see this coming.

And it’s so unfair because the last six months have been hard on the both of them. The last two years, to be honest. With the whole Civil War mess, T’Chaka’s death, the fighting and betrayal–well, Tony wishes he could say he was able to keep those events from affecting his marriage, but that would be nothing more than wishful thinking. The first time they had been fighting side by side and T’Challa had been in too much pain, too blinded by his desire for revenge for him to enjoy the moment, never mind that he’d been fighting against half his team. Then there was the matter of Siberia, of his husband taking Rogers and Barnes with him and leaving Tony behind and-

There’s a hand on his shoulder, warm and grounding, the pleasantly familiar sound of T’Challa’s voice, talking to him, slowly drowning out the ugly thoughts in Tony’s head.

He takes a shaky breath, blinks, meets his husband’s worried gaze. “Sorry,” he thinks he mumbles, and wishes the trembling would stop already.

It hasn’t been a good day. Not after someone–the Dora Milaje are already looking into it–leaked those pictures of them to the international press. Tony wants to laugh, but it ends up coming out as more of a hysterical sob.

Fifteen years. They’ve managed to keep their marriage a secret for fifteen years. Sure, they have been times they both wished the hiding would stop, but there had never quite been the right moment to announce it, and now? After everything? They were still trying to do damage control with the fall-out from the Accords, Tony honestly isn’t sure whether there could have been much of a worse moment for this to be revealed.

Forget the UN and Ross for a moment, how would Rogers and his little band of followers take the news? Their presence in Wakanda couldn’t become known,  at this stage it might lead to an actual war against the country and-

“Hush, my heart,” T’Challa’s voice rings strong and clear in Tony’s ears, and he allows himself to sink back into his husband’s arms, until his head is resting against T’Challa’s chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat.

“What are we gonna do?” Tony whispers, hopeless and worried and so, so, tired.

“We will figure something out,” T’Challa replies without hesitation, cards his hand through Tony’s hair. “Our marriage is not something I have ever been ashamed of, beloved, nor should we be. It is a bond of joy and love, that should be honoured. Ultimately there is nothing anyone can do. We have broken no laws, nor do we owe the world an explanation. And I will be glad to walk proudly by your side, instead of watching you across yet another hall.“

Almost against his will, Tony can feel himself relaxing, soaking up the utter calmness T’Challa exudes, the easy confidence soothing his frayed nerves. Rationally he knows they have faced much, much worse, knows that even though things aren’t gonna be easy, this particular issue will eventually be solved–but T’Challa makes him believe it, without hesitation or doubt.

“Love you,” he says into the high-quality shirt he’s burrowed his face in–it’s so soft too, Tony approves of his husband’s taste–because he can’t think of anything else to say. Most people would describe Tony as ‘incapable of shutting up’ but when it comes to his personal relationships, he has never been the most articulate.

The arms around him tighten, and he can hear T’Challa’s smile in his responding, “I love you too, my heart.”

“Be at ease for now, we will deal with this issue later. And get you to a hair dresser as soon as possible,” he adds after a moment, teasingly pulls on a strand of Tony’s admittedly rather unruly hair. 

A cut hasn’t been on his mind for months, and he can’t help laughing–at T’Challa’s antics, the situation, everything. He doesn’t need to look up to know that this has been T’Challa’s intention from the start, simply squeezes his hand in silent appreciation.

They’ve got this. They really do.

[The confrontation with the rogue Avengers is as ugly as T’Challa has expected it to be. The only positive side of this is that Tony isn’t anywhere near to hear the commotion, T’Challa might have been forced to kill someone otherwise. As it is, there isn’t much to be said about it, in the end. His marriage isn’t a recent thing, it doesn’t change the actual situation. Not that you’d believe as much, if you listen to Clint Barton’s poisonous rant. At least Captain Rogers’ indignant rant is silenced with a sharp reminder that trust only reaches as far as it is extended.

“Your mind is your own, but any insult against my husband is an insult against myself. I suggest you keep that in mind!” has been the only warning T’Challa is willing to grant them. His patience isn’t limitless and certain guests have been testing those limits for some time now.]

anonymous asked:

i get that people are freaking out about that clip, i'm bi myself and i don't want any of that stuff from the books on the show but a) we don't even know if this isn't edited together and the 'how many' doesn't even relate to the line about magnus' past and b) even if it is .. i doubt it'll be some biphobic shit like in the books and just a .. healthy talk? i'm sorry but when i start dating someone new and get to know it's normal to talk about each other's past? idk this fandom is wild lmao

i don’t blame ppl for being anxious bc media has let many marginalized groups down in the past. so people expressing a bit of nervousness that they hope the story will be well done is not really my issue; i am always forever anxious about how they’ll treat magnus, so i get it.

my issue is the specific claim that the discussion of past relationships and question of “how many” itself is problematic. a person’s sexual and romantic history is not off limits if you are pursuing a relationship with them, especially a serious one; asking honest questions and giving honest answers is important. like, i can’t imagine diving into a long term relationship with someone without having had any frank discussions about these topics.

it isn’t a mark against someone if they’re a bit insecure about all the answers, either. i think it’s odd to expect alec, who has never had a real relationship before, to be totally chill with everything. he’s probably going to be a unsure of himself and magnus is going to feel way out of his league, like he can’t compare – and that’s okay as long as it isn’t something he turns around to hold against magnus. given that he buys magnus a cute gift in 2x07, i would be surprised if this were happening. if anything, it seems alec is dealing with any uncertainties in a positive way, i.e. getting magnus a little present because…that’s what good boyfriends do, right? and he wants to be a good boyfriend to magnus.

basically, the biphobia in the books was not alec being insecure about magnus having more experience; it was 1) the framing of magnus having more experience as “sleeping around” and 2) alec letting it manifest into an ugly irrational anger against magnus, snapping at him did you sleep with him too?? and i bet you also slept with her!!!!! (in front of his parents at one point, no less) which was horrible. but alec perhaps thinking am i going to be good enough for him? and what if i’m not able to compare? is not the same thing.

roarofdragon  asked:

+And here is where come my new request(?) I would like to see Shiro angry, maybe at the camp someone's still saying things about Keith or does something that makes Keith feel bad and Shiro losts his pacience and face all in the camp? Other way, they're facing strong criatures and one of them manages to hurt Keith pretty bad and Shiro losts control and shows how powerfull he is?! * I'm excited about this * I'm Dei by the way(?) Last thing, you're such an awesome person<3)

[Voltron PJO AU] Shiro was walking towards the Big House to discuss some things with Coran when he spotted Keith leaving the place. Delighted to see his boyfriend, he jogged up to meet the son of Hades.

“Keith!” Shiro greeted, giving Keith a kiss on the cheek and enveloping him into a hug that could’ve probably crushed someone’s bone.

“Oh, hey,” Keith smiled weakly. “I… I have to go help Hunk with something.” He separated himself from Shiro, pushing him away.

As Keith was about to leave, Shiro quickly grabbed his hands and asked, “You’re still up for later by the beach?”

“Yeah,” Keith slowly said.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then?” Shiro gave Keith’s hand a gentle squeeze before the younger one left him.

Something was wrong with Keith and Shiro didn’t like seeing how it affected him. He’d have to find out what was troubling his best friend after his meeting with Coran. Inside there was Pidge and Allura and their meeting began. As soon as they were heading out, Shiro pulled Pidge to the side to ask her if she knew anything about what happened to Keith when he was inside the Big House.

“They are scared of him,” Allura answered instead, clearly hearing Shiro’s question.

“What do you mean? Is this still about his Dad coming here—”

“You know what he could do, Shiro. He’s too powerful, he obliterated a group of chimeras all in one go. A lot of demigods believed he was the one who ripped your arm off.” Allura explained.

“What?! That’s not true!” Shiro protested and he felt Pidge squeeze his arm to calm him down. “Keith’s wasn’t the one who—”

“Shiro, we know,” Pidge reassured him. “We know that, but the others wouldn’t believe it, especially since they know what Keith’s capable of. It’s easy for them to believe he was ruthless enough to take your arm. A rumour was spreading that he did that because you were breaking up with him.”

Shiro blinked in disbelief. “What? That’s so messed up! We’re still together and,” his shoulders sagged down as he looked down on the floor with a sad expression. “I would never break up with Keith, I love him too much to do that.”

Pidge blushed and cleared her throat. “Gods, you guys are so sappy. Keith said the same thing a while ago.” She nudged Shiro, “why don’t you go and find him now, lover boy. He’s probably being emo somewhere.” 

Shiro left them and he wandered around looking for Keith. He wasn’t in his usual spots, so Shiro only thought of one place. He flew up and spotted a boy with raven black hair, sitting on the rock by the beach. His smile grew and he flew towards the brooding boy who probably might be in need of a hug.

“A son of Hermes said that the reason you’re only with me was because I’m too clingy and I forced you to be my boyfriend because either you become my lover or you die,” Keith said as soon as Shiro floated beside him, not even looking at the newcomer. 

Shiro frowned and as soon as his foot touched the rock Keith was sitting on, his best friend continued, “A daughter of Aphrodite said I was too ugly to be with the handsome son of Zeus and that you were wasting your time with me because I refuse to do it with you.”

Shiro understood why Keith and him didn’t have that conversation. Keith just wasn’t into that ever since and Shiro respected that. He would never force Keith to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Keith,” Shiro softly said, sitting down beside his boyfriend.

“I don’t care if they’re scared of what I can do, Shiro. I can’t help that. Dad gave those powers to me.” Keith said with his eyebrows knit. Then he pulled his legs closer to his chest and rest both his hands on top of his knees to hide his face as he softly whispered, “But I care enough to actually feel hurt knowing that the others don’t feel like I’m worthy to be with you.”

“Keith,” Shiro placed a hand on the boy’s back and caressed it. “You kn—”

“I know I’m not the most handsome boy out there,” Keith scoffed. “But being scrutinised about my looks, not taking into account how I fee—”

Their conversation got cut off when screams filled the air and Shiro looked up to see a dragon with many heads like the Hydra. It was the dragon, Ladon. And honestly? Shiro was just annoyed that they had to stop just because someone decided to drop in. Keith and Shiro looked at each other and Keith grabbed Shiro’s hand to shadow travel them near the ancient monster. The demigods tried to fight, not seeing any progress until the big three joined.

“Where’s Lance?” Keith shouted, eyes wandering trying to find the son of Poseidon until he found him near the tree beside Hunk. He looked at Shiro who nodded and flew them towards their friends.

“I want you to try and drown the dragon as long as you can, while Keith and I try to do what we can. Hunk, keep it distracted.” Shiro shouted orders. They got into work but so far nothing was working, it wasn’t until one of the dragon heads caught Keith by its mouth, crushing the son of Hades’ body in the process that Shiro could see blood spreading throughout his shirt.

Now Shiro was pissed. He clenched his fist as he flew in the air, dark stormy clouds surrounding him that might have alarmed the others but he didn’t care. Keith was hurt and Shiro wasn’t going to let that go. His whole body gathered sparks as he flew towards the dragon and sliced through one of its neck that held onto Keith. Immediately Hunk was there below to catch the son of Hades as the son of Zeus gathered all the lightning that he could, forming a really huge thunderbolt that could rival his own father’s. He threw it towards the dragon.

“Lance! Now!” Shiro shouted as Lance directed the water from the beach towards the creature, electrocuting it. 

Shiro wasn’t thinking clearly, he only had one thought in mind and that was to kill the creature that hurt Keith. So he threw more thunderbolts for each of the heads, and then clasping both of his hands together, he aimed at the dragon’s body and surged to it the highest voltage he could muster for what felt like an eternity—bright light temporary blinding a lot of demigods except for him—until he could see the the dragon slowly weakening, giving it one final blow causing it to disintegrate, blasting off a shock of energy towards the entire camp like what Keith had done to the chimeras. That should’ve made him weak considering he hadn’t known he could do that, but for some reason, he had too much energy left in him that he quickly flew towards where Keith was.

“Keith!” Shiro breathed out as he landed beside the body of his lover. He lowered his forehead to touch Keith’s, unaware that it electrocuted Keith—just a little—until Keith opened his eyes in shock.

“Oh gods! I’m sorry!” Shiro stared in horror, finally seeing he was still emitting some lightning sparks from his body.  “I… I don’t know how to turn it off?”

“Wow,” Keith coughed out weakly, giving him a smile. “Sparky.”

Shiro laughed, then he noticed the other campers stare at them in horror, still unable to comprehend what they had witnessed, some backing off. “Now that makes the two of us very dangerous. We’re The Power Couple.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Keith whispered as he closed his eyes with a smile as Shiro carried him towards the infirmary. 

I'm not leaving (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Summary: You’re Jeff’s tutor and you’re in love with him. However, you could never bring yourself to tell him that, because you’re really insecure and going through severe depression and that makes you feel like you’re not good enough for him.

* there’s a part of the conversation that is a quote of some lines from 13 reasons why. I’m adding them because they’re lovely *

* nobody dies because Jeff Atkins deserved better, thanks *

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You and Jeff were sitting on his room’s floor, surrounded by books, pens, markers and stuff like that. His English test was due to the next day and, since you were his tutor, you were there to help make sure he was ready for it. However, Jeff just got more and more desperate by the minute. He was complaining about how much he hated school and wishing he could just focus on baseball, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind was far away.

You were thinking about how much you loved Jeff and how perfect he was. He was kind, gentle, handsome… You, on the other side, were a loser. You had eating problems, trust issues, depression, you weren’t a god damn cheerleader and you felt like you were as ugly as a person could possibly be. Atkins could never feel the same way about you.

“Are you even listening?” Jeff interrupted your thoughts, sounding a bit hurt by your lack of interest on whatever was it that he was saying.

“I’m sorry” you whispered, and leaned your head on the wall behind you. Your eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and your breath started to get heavier and heavier. A warm hand touched your shoulder, causing butterflies on your stomach, but you pretended not to notice.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Jeff asked, with his charming voice.

“Nothing” you lied. “Can we call it a day?”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong”

You sighed.

“Everything is fine, Jeff, leave it alone” you said, and started to pick up your books from the floor. You could feel his stare, but you ignored it. Gently, he grabbed your hands and stopped you.

“Please, y/n. You’re making me worry. And you know what happens if you get a guy worried a day before his English test and a week before his major baseball game? That’s right. He blows everything up” he laughed a little, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Please, don’t do this. We both know you don’t care about me” you freed yourself from his hands and quickly got up. He looked at you like you slapped him on the face or something.

“Excuse me?” Jeff sounded extremely offended and hurt.

“Come on” you started, exasperated. “You’re a jock, I’m a nerd…ish. We get along just fine, but that’s it. You could never understand me or the shit that goes on inside my head, so why bother trying?”

“You don’t know that” he said, and you rolled your eyes. You reached for the door, but Jeff blocked the way with his body. “Y/n, just sit down, explain it to me. You don’t have to go. I promise to try my best to understand”

“You don’t have to”

“But I want to!” he looked a little upset. Not in a bad way, just kind of desperate to make you stay. You felt your eyes burn with tears and looked away. Jeff cupped your face with his hands and made you look at him. “Please, you’re breaking my heart. It might seem that way for you, but you’re not just a tutor for me. I care about you, I really do”

The tears started to roll over your face, and Jeff whipped them away with his fingers.

“You say that now. When I tell you everything, when I pour my heart out, you’ll freak out. You’ll leave”

He frowned.

“I love you, y/n. I am not leaving. Not now, not ever” Your eyes widened when you heard his words.

“You what?” you whispered, almost too low for him to hear.

“I love you. Even more than I love baseball” he repeated, with a sad smile. “I’m sorry if that’s too much or too soon, but I really do. We have known each other for a long time now, and you’re an amazing girl. I find your dimples adorable, your smile, your voice, your mermaid hair” you laughed softly, but he didn’t notice. “Open up to me, even if you don’t feel the same. Just let me help you”

You looked into his blue lovely eyes, and saw how frustrated he was. It suddenly hit you that he really thought you didn’t love him back.

“I love you too” you said. His jaw dropped and, after a few seconds, he opened the most beautiful smile. You felt his lips crashing into yours, and his hands pulled you closer by your waist. Everything was okay.

Linn (PaperFresh shipchild)

Okay so, I creatrd her a long time ago but this last week I’ve been further developing (GT) her details and all of that! So… here you have her!

(SUPER DUPER UGLY OLD DRAWING.)

I didn’t have enought time for doing a digital version but here you have the colors

Basic information

Name: Linn 

Age: 12 

Height: 1.56

Birthday: May 14

Favorite color: Pink

Personality

 This is kinda hard to explain, since she’s just able to feel anger and nekoph- I mean happiness her personality will depend of this two feelings. If she likes something she will be happy, if she doesn’t she will be angry; she tries to control her anger tho, because is not normal that someone gets angry for almost everything, right? xD

Also, when someone is crying or something she´s like:

Is she a parasite like Fresh?

Yup, totally

(old drawing again)

Isn’t she cute? xD

Then, what would happend if the parasite laeve the body?

 Easy, since the skeleton body is made of ink, it will just start melting

Like that.

But do not worry, the parasite Linn just have to dive into a big puddle of ink and oure beautiful skeleton girl will be back

As long as the parasite is not injured, she will be fine (GT)

Does she have hobbies?

 Of course! For example, she likes a lot to draw, but is a secret, nobody know that, and if someone see her drawing she’ll be like

(based on real experiences ;-;(?)

 She also enjoys rollerblading (GT)

(old drawing again… ugh)

But she’s not pretty well at it so she falls sometimes(?)

Relationships with her family

With her parents

(No drawing here, sorry)

 She gets along pretty well with PaperJam and Fresh, obey them in everything and reraly gets mad with them, well, sometimes she gets angry with Fresh because she doesn’t understand what he says xD But she likes him anyway.

With the other PaperFresh kids

 Doesn’t really know other kid of this ship, she has never gone to another timelines and in hers one doens’t have any sibling so… But, I’m sure that she will act total indiferent to them.

What about her uncle Gradient?

 Has never talk to him for a long while so… she doesn’t care about him

And her cousin Code 01001101?

 Well…

Linn:

And with Error and Ink?

 Pj doesn’t want them to see her, but they already did a few times but she doesn’t like them too much.

Her right eye is weird(?

Yeah kinda, her right eye is constlanly shining

So she covers it with her hair because is really annoying(?

Extra 

Her as a kid xD

And her as s chibi(?

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Okay, I think that’s all for her, anyway, if you have any question about her just ask me! 

I… really hope that you like her as much as me.

Thanks for reading!

psa!

hello everyone! first of all, could you all please for the love of all that is both holy and unholy stop sending shitty messages to cass because i have my inbox turned off!! don’t put that on her. that’s not her responsibility. if you have a problem with me or some shit you can’t possibly go without saying to or about me on this hellsite, find a way deal with it on your own. talk shit to your friends, indirect me, @ me, whatever. i mean, i will ignore it because i literally do not give half a shit anymore, but PLEASE stop putting it on other people. i’ve had my inbox turned off for over a month because of you shitheads. because i am Dead Tired of y’all weaseling your way into my inbox every fucking time i post something you don’t like or agree with. none of y’all pay my bills and until you do, i’m going to post whatever i damn well please on my blog because it’s…my blog. this is my downtime, not my job. 

so now! bc apparently some of u seem to think you have some insight into my mind and feelings, allow me to clear some things up for u:

  • i’m not a houie or ‘soft houie’ or whatever tf u all are calling it these days. i still VERY much believe harry and louis are together and VERY much in love, as they have been since the beginning. i’m a larrie, ride or die, and i’m currently riding thru the city having a fucking blast, baby. that said, i also don’t agree with…probably 96% of larries these days on an array of things and frankly find a lot of the things i read embarrassing 🤷🏻‍♀️ but honestly who cares. whatever. *** **.
  • re: eleanor/elounor: i don’t…ship elounor. i’ve never understood the whole like. shipping but don’t actually believe they’re together thing? so i just don’t rly do that? however! i also don’t think she’s a demon or the devil or a “swine” as some of you have so eloquently and maturely referred to her. i just don’t. and y’know what?? i don’t think louis does either. i think he’s better than that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so whatever. sue me. i think she’s adorable and i like the way she dresses sometimes. i’ve always posted her and if you’ve been following me long enough, you’d know that. blacklist is ur friend. anyway, i’ve been over this approximately one thousand times and i’m not about to make this one thousand and one. so that’s that.
  • i’m not another harrie larrie who’s ~bitten the dust~. i’m here, bitch. and i love those two fuckers (four fuckers, really) more than anyone or anything in the world and i will be here thru it all and support every endeavor they have in this lifetime and the next and you will not find me speaking one ugly or negative word about either of them publicly or privately. i literally adore them and more importantly, i TRUST them. i trust them to know their lives and relationships and careers better than i do. so excuse me for not spending energy going on about how shitty and terrible everything is. i refuse to see it that way. sorry* for being excited about harry’s album. i’m sorry that i don’t find it shady or absurd. i’m sorry that i’m excited about whatever louis’ working on with whatever team he’s working on it with. i’m sorry that i haven’t created my own expectations for the boys and their careers based on ?? god knows what. that’s not my thing! if harry wants to drop the next iconic hiphop album at 12:37am on march 25, 2017, i will be the first to tattoo HEEZY TAUGHT ME across my chest. if louis wants to be the next big country music star, saddle the fuck up cowboy i am here for it. i’m here for them, together and as individuals, thru whatever they wanna do. 

i’ll just wrap this all up by saying this: i don’t have the time or energy for drama or negativity anymore. i’ve spent a lot of time feeling like shit and generally wanting to be dead, but i’m finally FINALLY excited about life again and i’m not going to let any bullshit that i cannot control get in the way of that. i don’t see the point. it gets you literally nothing but misery and anger and nowhere but a constant state of anxiety. i might voice my opinion sometimes, but generally i’m just here. ignoring the negative and focusing on the positive and getting excited about things! because i just refuse to live any other way anymore. so if any of this is a problem for you, that’s fine. unfollow me. i’m not paying your bills either. you have no obligations to anyone or anything on this website but yourself, so take care of you.

*jk i’m not really sorry about any of this oop !

anonymous asked:

i know its nice being ship friendly and stuff but SOMEONE'S POINTING A GUN AT YOU, THEY HATE LEVIHAN AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T CONVINCE THEM OTHERWISE, YOU GOTTA DEFEND LEVIHAN WITH YOUR LIFE, WHAT'D YOU SAY? GO!

You know, that’s a really weird murderer. Anyway, THIS IS FUN! Honestly, i’d be dead already, because i don’t really care about convincing anyone when it comes to shipping. Before i start, i’m gonna state that ANYTHING I’LL SAY HERE IS BECAUSE I’M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE, DON’T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONAL, GUYS. These will be pretty much the reasons why i ship them. The first part is a bunch of “objective” reasons (well as objective as it can get, because shipping can’t be a totally objective thing) and the other one is personal, so is up to you when to stop reading this. I apologize in advance for my English.

1)      Levi and Hanji are both really interesting and complex characters. He isn’t just a typical shonen badass guy and she’s not a typical crazy scientist. Levi is actually , from my pov, the most caring and selfless character of all SnK, he literally sacrifices himself over and over for the sake of others. Hanji isn’t just this sweet cheerful character, she has a mesmerizing willpower, nothing can stop her.

2)      They complement each other amazingly. They are both strong and smart, but in different ways. Any virtue that Levi doesn’t have, Hanji has it. Every flaw that Hanji has, Levi doesn’t. And they share two really important virtues, which are the foundation of any healthy relationship: they are both so loyal and passionate. They are literally willing to give up their lives for the people they love.

3)      THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO FUN TO READ/WATCH. You just know that, whenever they are together, something great is going to happen. There’s something refreshing about them, about their bickering, about the way they work together, about the way they care about each other so deeply.

4)      I think nobody can understand them more than each other. They have experienced similar things as soldiers, they have lost people they love countless times. I bet they could be sharing each other stories all night long, reminiscing all of those good times with Moblit, Erwin and their old squads.

5)      Okay, i won’t force my ship to anyone, but since i’m fighting for my life here, i’ll say i think there are actual canon hints for Levihan. Like the “Levi bathes Hanji” thing, the “we tell each other everything” thing (don’t u dare telling me Hanji clearly said they’re just friends, cuz isn’t that what every Levihan shipper has as a headcanon? The idea of them not admitting their true feelings and say “we’re just friends” ‘cause they’re both awkward dorks), their interaction in ACWNR, their interaction in Shingeki! Chuugakkou, and the “Levihan is similar to Eremika” thing. It’s up to you, random killer, to decide if that means romance or not.

6)      I hate to fangirl here, but HAVE U SEEN THEM? They are both beautiful and would have babies as beautiful and brilliant as them. What a blessing. I love drawing them so much because their character design is gorgeous. Levi with his cold colors and Hanji with the warm colors, they even complement each other in that aspect.

7)      The Levihan fandom is amazing. Besides the fact that there’s no drama and everyone is so kind, I’m pretty sure this is the ship with the funniest fan art. Even the most serious person would smirk even a little bit while scrolling through the Levihan tag. I mean, we’re all about the laughs. All of the other ships usually focus on the classic romantic stuff (i say “classic” , because from my pov there’s nothing more romantic than the OTP having fun ❤). With Levihan, you’ll get from the most intense fan art to the most ridiculous headcanon, it’s so much fun. Some Levihan artists are pretty well known among non Levihan shippers because of that same reason, like @alemanriq, @trash-god or @drinkyourfuckingmilk . I mean, really, if you’re feeling down and need to cheer up a bit, they’re the way to go.

One of the main arguments people have against Levihan is that they’re too different, so it wouldn’t work. They even go as far as saying that Levi doesn’t really care that much about Hanji. My first response is that both Hanji and Levi are highly misunderstood characters. We don’t have to let our personal experience makes us decide what is love and what isn’t. We all show our love in very different ways.

Now heres my second argument to that idea and this is gonna get personal. If you don’t wanna read about my life, skip this.

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Seven (Sober) Things About Supernatural: 12x21 - There’s Something About Mary

So yeah.  Thursday night.

For the record, I was not nearly as hung over as I deserved to be.  Y’all could have hit me with that greasy pork sandwich bit, and my only complaint would have been that a) the ashtray was dirty, and b) I couldn’t even eat the sandwich because gluten.

(I was out of bed at 6 AM.  I had hot wings for lunch.  Fear me.)

And now, notes from my sober rewatch.  Because profanity and flailing around aren’t the best tools, even if they feel right in the moment.

  1. So I’m going to open up with Crowley, because as we move toward the end of the season we’re seeing him repeat some mistakes – specifically trying to harness things too powerful for him to harness as well as how widely he’s tampering with and trying to play all sides.  

    BMoL?  He’s had an agreement in the UK, with Hess in on it, and provides the hellhound to them.  Lucifer?  He took Lucifer prisoner instead of returning him to the Cage, tries to play to Lucifer’s sympathies to find the Nephilim.  The Winchesters?  Crowley keeps them close because they’re assets, or at least frenemies who can easily kill him.   And does he really think he can raise Lucifer Jr. to be his pet?  After Amara?  

    And so here we are with things going wrong, and while they’re not all Crowley’s fault directly, he’s getting something of a karmic whammy for the Lucifer thing in particular – the channel goes both ways, and Lucifer’s hard on his toys – and his position with the BMoL isn’t terribly unlike the position vampires were in under Dick Roman in the sense that demons working in collusion with them/under the radar are still ultimately vulnerable.

    Crowley made himself powerful almost by accident.  He was in charge because the only thing worse than being in charge is not being in charge, and as the series goes on we can see that a lot of energy goes into maintaining the fragile balance of his actual position.  

    Which is why I’ve latched on to this little brown rat that shows up when Lucifer stabs him.  We see the rat approach, Crowley looks directly at it, the shot breaks, and then Lucifer stabs (a very still) Crowley.  Later, we see the rat follow down the corridor when the demons drag away the body.  

    Y’all, I will put actual money on Crowley being that rat right now, and I love it.

    We’re also reminded this ep that Crowley is still a monster – he provided the weapon that killed Eileen, and it’s ambiguous how much he knows about the effects – but he also gets a very particular look in his eyes when Hess mentions the Winchesters.  

    Crowley can’t run from his past.  He’s no pushover, but he’s no Lillith, no Prince of Hell.  He’s just a soul broker who took the crown basically by accident, struggling to keep it together.  
  2. So Mary and her situation right now feels like an entire house of mirrors.  Mary’s hunting and nobody’s heard from her in a few days.  Checking the motel room for clues like they did with John.  Dean checking the bathtub recalling Charlie.  Mary having reality issues and a cut on her hand like Sam did.  Toni brainwashing Mary with some of the tools she used on Sam – I think she possibly induced the entire Rick scenario – and the BMoL “realigning” her to lose her will and obey them like Cuthbert Sinclair intended to do with Dean.  Mary the Killer as “pure” recalling Dean in Purgatory.  Mary being remade by torture into a monster like Dean was in Hell.  Ketch looking at Mary in the car afterward, and her not really being Mary anymore, like Alicia isn’t Alicia anymore.
  3. We see more of Ketch’s chewy center this episode.  In particular, we see that he’s socially vulnerable – Hess has all the power and has no shame about the way she treats the operatives under her, or the way she plays him against Toni, and did Hess actually slut-shame him? – but also his scenes with Mary are heavy in a lot of ways.

    His line about how she wouldn’t want to know him keeps coming back to me because I can’t decide how much of Ketch was like this before Kendricks, and how much of this the BMoL did to him, but he’s self-aware enough to mention it with a certain amount of…sorrow?  Longing?  Regret?  Resignation?  His comforts are terrifying: that the process won’t take much longer, that he kills people he cares about all the time, etc.  

    And in the end, in the car, I wonder if I saw something in him that’s disappointed or sad that Mary isn’t fighting anymore.  That she’s fine, that who she is isn’t her anymore.    
  4. Patented Buckleming weirdness: reversing the polarity of the neutron flow the direction of the control mechanism.

    Patented Buckleming skeeviness: “Well we were having a lot of sex at the time,” Toni delivering the predicted “Ketch banged your mom” thing to rile Dean.  

    Patented Buckleming dialogue WTF-ery: “You keep that up we’re gonna have to start dating.”  Dean, we know that sometimes you want to get slapped during sex by someone wearing a Zorro mask, but, uh…none of this makes sense.
  5. She does terrible things, but I’m narratively really pleased that Lady Toni Bevell came back, though I have a lot of questions about her absence.  It was implied that she was being dealt with in unpleasant ways, but we see her back here in a full working capacity.  I’m curious about this, and I don’t know if the show will have enough time to feed me data about the particulars.  

    (Specifically, I wonder how much of her own medicine she was given.)

    Toni also wants to please Hess.  That’s incredibly human.  She’s a high achiever, and the responds to praise.  Which, in an environment like this, is (or can be turned into) a sign of weakness.  I also really kind of loved her scene with Ketch and the hellhound, and it’s dramatically interesting to put her survival in the same basket as the brothers’ own chances.

    Also, her speaking about John, and using ugly truths to do evil is…well, it’s a thing.  Because she says about John the things the Winchesters rarely really come out and say, and they’re things as true as the other things they say.  You don’t build a lie or gaslight without a tether of truth.  
  6. There are actually some lines and scenes in this episode I liked a lot.  

    Dean calling Ketch was great.  That whole string of lines was good.  

    Toni’s line about “repeal and replace” is kind of fantastic, because that term is so synonymous with shittiness and ill will that it just infuses this whole thing with Mary with some very specific connotations.  

    Sam and Dean searching the bunker and staging a fake meet was beautifully done, as was their showdown in the bunker with the BMoL.  That last scene in particular was, until they were screwed over, pure competence porn. 
  7. I’ve been stalling, but I have to talk about Eileen. 

    I am upset about Eileen.  I am heartbroken about Eileen.  And I keep coming back to whether or not they had to kill her.  And while the truest, clearest answer is that they didn’t have to – you can always change what you’re writing – they’ve been telegraphing her death to us.  She’s been marked since she took that shot with the Colt, maybe even since we learned how little being Legacies means to the BMoL.

    That they get the call from Jody – who gets namechecked enough this ep that I am Profoundly Uncomfortable About That™ – which in my mind makes it a family affair.  It’s not really an Asa Fox mirror, except that it kind of is.  Sam’s reaction to her death, and the way Dean behaves around Sam are so suggestive of where that relationship was going, where it could have gone.  In the morgue, they shoot Dean from an angle where he’s looking at Sam.  We’re acutely aware of his attention.  Sam’s coverage is practically from Eileen’s PoV.  These moments are between Sam and her with Dean as a spectator.  

    (Hi.  I’m crying now.  There’s a reason I gave this a while to percolate).

    Sending a letter…that they get it after…it’s fucking tragic.  That kind of message from beyond is never not a fucking knife to the gut.

    And I keep coming back to whether they could have done something else, and knowing that yeah, they could have, but not as written.  

    It doesn’t feel like Alicia – I have a particular, different sort of anger about Alicia Banes’ death – but it feels like Charlie.  Too short, too brutal, too horrible a fucking loss at the hands of people using the tools of the supernatural in ways that make my stomach turn.  

    And at the end of the day, I’m choosing to accept this death narratively, because I understand the machinery that made it happen well enough to say okay, I get why the writers made this choice.  And by “the writers” I mean more than just Buckleming.  This is a big enough story beat that Dabb and Singer were in on this.  

    But I don’t like it.  It’s unfair and it hurts and it bothers me.  It didn’t have to happen, except that they chose to write that path into the story.  And yeah, it bothers me that this is yet another loss of positive representation – which means a lot to me, and I want to scream at the writers to start picking targets that don’t make the show live down to some of its less positive associations – but that’s secondary to my heartbreak.  

    She went down fighting, and she did her best, and I’m fucking devastated, and I wish I couldn’t see the logic in how we got here.  Because as upset and angry as I am, there’s too much built in here for me to handwave it as just cheap shock, or just a sympathetic kill to tug our heartstrings.  

    Hi.  I’ve stopped making sense.  Sorry. 

Bonus Thing: 
Am a little bummed that my belief that Dean knew they were being surveiiled got busted.  Also, that they only found one of the mics.  So that’s fun. 

Bonus Thing #2: 
So uncomfortable with the constant Jody namechecking.  Like, really uncomfortable. 

Bonus Thing #3: 
Lucifer, why are you hanging out on Pride Rock?  Can you not?

anyway full offence but the fact that the Riverdale tv show has decided not to make Jughead asexual like he canonly is in the comics is so fucking ugly and y’all won’t ever convince me otherwise like let me just  explain it to y’all

  1. as I stated: he is canonly ace in the comics!!! openly ace!! a confirmed ace!!! so they’re basically erasing a characters canon sexuality. And before y’all @ me with the whole “the comic and tv show are 2 different things!!!!” remember I don’t give a flying fuck. If this was another sexuality people wouldn’t be saying that. i don’t give a fuck that the comic and the show aren’t gonna be identical ofc they’re not but honestly changing something like this is so dumb and ugly and there’s no point to it if u deny that then ur also  annoying as Fuck
  2. referring to the point above: changing his sexuality is so fucking pointless like,, boy wtf would making him ace do in relation to the plot?? he can still have a relationship or romance if they Need him too?? hell asexual can still have sex  if they desperately thought lmao jughead needs a sex scene they could have still made him ace and have sex??? all they needed to do was maybe have him mention the word and explain what it means for people to be happy. it would take what… 5 minutes of screen time?? and would change the plot in no way at all?? so What The Fuck was the point in not adding what the hell has erasing his asexuality done other then Piss people off
  3. A BIG TV SHOW THAT WAS ALREADY GETTING A LOT OF ATTENTION AND IS LIKELY TO BECOME REALLY POPULAR HAD THE CHANCE TO HAVE A CANON ACE CHARACTER!! A CANON MAIN ACE CHARACTER!! THAT IS HUGE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO HUGE LIKE  I CAN BARELY COUNT THE NUMBER OF ACE CHARACTER I KNOW ON ONE HAND!!! IT WOULD BE SO GOOD FOR THE ACE COMMUNITY  WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY THROW THAT AWAY IT’S SO UGLY LIKE SO MANY ASEXUAL (like me) WERE PROBABLY SO EXCITED TO SEE SOMEONE LIKE THEM ON TV  BUT INSTEAD THE SHOW WAS LIKE LMAO NOPE  ITS SO FUCKING UGLY TO HAVE PEOPLE HAVE OS MUCH HOPE TO JUST FUCKING SHOVE IT AWAY
  4. they have no Reason for doing it. there’s no explanation as to why they did it. like don’t we at least deserve that.
  5. the actor of the character was prepared to play an ace character. seemed happy to do so.  like… they can’t even use him not wanting to play him that way as an excuse.
  6. also bonus point the way all the articles are saying “lmao jughead ain’t ace he’ll have romance in the show!!” is so ugly bc it shows people still don’t get the difference between asexual and aromantic and the show had such a good platform to show what asexuality actually is and had a chance to show the difference between aro and ace to people But! They! Wasted! It!

anyway in conclusion the cw riverdale is Cancelled to me after this and y’all can call me petty all u want but if this happened to a character of ur sexuality half of y’all would act in the exact same way so don’t even try with me goodbye

EDIT: anyway I’ve been informed that he the character is aro ace so I’d like to also mention how it’s ugly that they’re ignoring both parts of his orientation and would also like to apologize for my unawareness on this fact as it’s resulted in some ignorant and incorrect information in this post. I’d like to apologize to anyone who may have been upset or angry by this post and thought I was ignoring the fact he was also aro, I was simply not aware of this as I haven’t read the comics and was only gather facts from what I know from tumblr and twitter. I’d never intentionally ignore or erase a character’s sexuality or romantic orientation and I’d hate to think people assumed that’s what I was aiming to do in this post. My last point still stands in some ways as the articles keep saying the fact he’s getting romance means he’s no longer ACE when in reality it means he’s no longer aromantic and it still shows how people can’t understand the difference. Yet the article is still relevant as the fact he is going have romance is a valid point and is still ugly towards his character considering he is also aromantic and me completely dismising that point and saying it was wrong without full knowledge was rude and disrespectful. Also my point in relationships could still be valid as I know some aros do still get in relationships but I’ve crossed it so it’s still included in the post bit isn’t something that’s erasing he’s aro. Again sorry for any upset this may have caused, I hope this apology sort of thing makes sense and thank you to the people who helped me become aware of the mistake I had made.

anonymous asked:

I'm really getting sick of animentality's anti ereri posts. They're the reason I'm afraid of looking up the tag for my favorite ship. Yes, eremin has undoubtedly more canon evidence than ereri, and I understand the frustration of having a ship that's obviously more meaningful than the more popular one, but to cross tag and rub it in the faces of shippers who don't outright lash at other ships involving Levi and Eren....? I honestly feel like shit rn.

I’m sorry, Anon. I know it’s hard to keep from lashing right back at them for hating on a ship that’s not particularly hurting them, but the only thing we can do is stay silent. It makes me sad and frustrated when even Ereri/Riren shippers do the same to others by saying things like, “Ereri is more canon than yours” or “The only ship that’s canon is Ereri” and I want to tell them, no I’m sorry, it’s not. Every ship in Attack on Titan has a possibility, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be canon. Everyone has the right to ship whoever they want because they can. And as much as I hate to say it, everyone is entitled to their own opinion as well. If people could understand that you don’t have to send hate and force your opinion on someone else, maybe everyone in the snk fandom would get along, but that’s just wishful thinking. We just have to suck it up and be responsible adults. Getting angry at others would only make things worse for the Ereri and Riren fanbase.

Don’t worry, I know exactly how you feel, Anon. There were times when I just wanted to blow up and tell them that if Eren and Levi were to ever get together, that they would not be an abusive relationship, but rather a relationship dependent on constant physical contact. Contrary to popular belief, Levi and Eren would be perfectly compatible with one another. They have been through the same exact past and present. The only thing that separates them is that Eren has experienced all this at such a young age and Levi sees that. He understands. If anything, Levi is like a father/mentor of sorts to Eren. We all know it won’t be canon, but is that going to stop us from reading between the lines and wanting to warp reality into a fantasy? No.

Just stay strong, Anon. It’ll only get harder from here. Especially once the second season comes out and the Ereri/Riren haters make a comeback after being in subtle hiding for so long. I mean, we’re already witnessing it unfold. Like you said, people are sending more hate into the tags than they have been in quite a while and it’s making each and every one of us feel like shit. It’s unfair. Their ship has the same possibility of becoming a reality just like ours (except Ymir and Christa,  they’re canon) and that hurts. To know that your ship will most likely never happen, hurts, it hurts a lot. But we’re lucky enough to change that perception. We’re fortunate enough to piece and ship characters together in loving relationships, and that’s a very beautiful thing to have. And because of that, what is even remotely beautiful or innocent to one person or a group of people, is instantly ugly and disgusting to someone else. And that’s the harsh truth. The only problem is, is that no one wants to accept what has clearly been put into their hands.

There will always be people who won’t respect a person’s ship because something about it either offends or terrifies them in someway to the point that they want to tell the world about it. And I can understand that, but telling others to kill themselves and to feel like shit for shipping two characters together? That needs to fucking stop. Now, I know there are other haters who are decent enough to keep quiet about their opinion for private conversations, and that’s awesome. Keep it up. Go rant to a friend or family member about it, just don’t threaten or attack someone individually or as a whole simply because you want to rub your “canon” ship in someone else’s face because it makes your ship feel “superior” over another. What really frustrates me and gets me going is why do people keep sending so much hate to others if they, themselves, don’t particularly like getting hate either? I don’t know. It frustrates me.

Anyways, as someone who ships literally anything and everything, there are some ships that I don’t particularly like in the snk fandom, but that doesn’t mean that I like to shove my opinion down their throats. To be honest, even if I don’t like it, I still low-key ship them because I can understand why others do. I just won’t go read and write fanfictions about them. But once I see fanart or cosplay, I’m like “I don’t ship it, but that’s some awesome fanart/cosplay”.

I’m sorry for going on a rant :’) I always get carried away with this kind of stuff, but just know that I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, okay?

I hope you have an amazing day, Anon 😊

Originally posted by xunicornyx

anonymous asked:

i'm like 100% certain you've talked about your characterization of the landgraabs but this is an ask from somebody who hasn't been there for that asking you to talk about your characterization of the landgraabs because i love them ;_;

i haven’t really gone into it so no worries!! but if u love them u might not like my interpretations tbh…. but that’s the beauty of townies…. we’re all given the same information and yet we all come up with different things! anyway, this is gonna be solely based off their sims 4 selves

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